Today is Di's family reunion, which means I meet them all...and the grill is MINE to man. A little nervous? Sure. Adrenalized? You bet. These poor fools have Dinglenut cooking the last few years, and he burned everything. They don't know what hit them, not yet, but anyone who has had my grilling knows what they are in for.
Incidently, for those wondering about the mildly blasphemous name (not that you are surprised, I'm sure), my Dad is a master of the barbecue, and earned the nickname Grill God. He taught me, hence, I am Grill Christ.